The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 350 - 162 Meng Shanhe Takes Action

Chapter 350: Chapter 162 Meng Shanhe Takes Action

"Our lifespans are coming to an end, and we came here this time to sacrifice ourselves."

"Om mani padme hum."

"Om mani padme hum."

The Holy Buddha’s Light covered the sky and earth, ultimately converging into a gigantic Buddha statue. The Buddha statue sat cross-legged, towering over the nearby walls of the Imperial City.

The Buddha extended his hand, gesturing as if plucking a flower with a smile.

The endless flow of Zen threatened death to those like Zuicheng who observed it.

"Don’t assume that only your Zen Sect has forbidden techniques."

Zuicheng roared angrily, his aura also violently surging, as did the other four forming the Mandala Formation.

These ancient sects, regardless of their allegiance to good or evil, each had several desperate forbidden techniques at their disposal. The Zen Sect had the "Sacrifice Technique," and the Esoteric Sect had the "Fanluo Blood Curse"—when it really came down to it, Zuicheng was naturally no pushover.

The figures of the Five Great Bright Kings rapidly grew taller with the support of the swelling True Qi, and although they were not as colossal as the Golden Buddha, the difference seemed merely slight.

"The Central immovable Ming King."

"The Eastern Three Generations Ming King."

"The Southern Jun Tuli Ming King."

"The Western Great Power Ming King."

"The Northern Vajra Yaksha Ming King."

Zuicheng and the other four formed Dharma Seals with both hands, uniting body, speech, and mind as one, "The Five Directions Ming King Purifying World Spell."

The Five Directions Ming Kings were the transformation of the Five Directions Buddha to subjugate inner and outer demons, uniting the Five Directions to overpower all demons and purify time.

Meanwhile, the two old monks of the Zen Sect evolved into the statues of Buddha handing down the teachings with a flower-like smile to Mahakasyapa, the ancestral figure of the Zen Sect.

This was a contest of power between both sides, as well as a struggle between the Zen and Secret Teachings.

In an instant, Buddha’s Light shone everywhere, and the furious fires of world purification swept through, the Buddha with the flower-like smile confronting the purifying Five Directions Ming Kings.

"This is bad." Inside the Da Ming Palace, Feng Mingxiao saw this scene and hurriedly took charge of the Array.

Due to the collapse of the Imperial City walls from the loss of the Nine Dragon Sky Array’s protection, and the storm of this competition, most of the Imperial City was at risk of being destroyed.

After all, this was the desperate strike of seven Divinity Realm warriors.

The Divine Dragon rose again, the Phoenix reappeared, and together they sang, protecting the Northern Zhou Imperial City.

The newly appeared Red Sun Dharma King and Right Prince Aguge cursed Zuicheng and the others internally for "betrayal" as they had just appeared and were already facing such intense attacks. Flames danced wildly, and Qi Force dominated as both individuals constructed defences as quickly as possible.

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When the two forces collided, there was an eerie silence, but the massive impact that followed made it clear that this was no mere spectacle.

"Screech—"

"Roar—"

The Phoenix cried in sorrow, the Divine Dragon lamented. The Nine Dragon Sky Array was already severely damaged by the ’Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword,’ which countered the Dragon Vein, and now facing such a powerful impact, it began to crumble. Inside the Great Ming Hall, the Feng Mingxiao, who was commanding the Array, also had her vermilion lips stained with blood, looking utterly desolate.

"Teacher," Zhuge Longsu urgently called out.

If the Northern Zhou Imperial City was destroyed, the nation might be destroyed as well. Keep in mind that except for Feng Jiu, who had always stayed at the Mountain River Academy, the rest of the Imperial Family members were basically all within the Imperial City.

Without needing Zhuge Longsu’s reminder, the avatar formed by Meng Shanhe’s clouds suddenly dissipated, and the clouds atop Datong Mountain gathered into one, flying towards the Imperial City.

Facing such a powerful shockwave, Meng Shanhe chose to intervene only with an avatar.

And what was even more shocking was...

"Vast Righteous Qi." Qing Yu gazed at the white mist that had appeared over the Imperial City in the blink of an eye.

The mist that enveloped the summit of Datong Mountain turned out to be transformed from Vast Righteous Qi. Moreover, seeing the uniquely pure aura, it all came from one person.

As if transcending space, the cloud of Vast Righteous Qi that formed turned into Meng Shanhe’s shape above the Imperial City. "Stop."

With a wave of his hand, the massive shockwave dissipated into nothingness, Meng Shanhe, with a mere avatar, effortlessly neutralized the shockwave that had severely wounded Feng Mingxiao with blood spitting.

"So powerful, I still underestimated the might of the strongest on the Heavenly List," Qing Yu muttered in awe upon witnessing this scene.

Just as ants cannot comprehend the vastness of the sky, Qing Yu, in the Divine Origin Realm, found it hard to comprehend the strength of the Divinity Realm akin to that of gods and demons. He could only readjust his assessment by comparing one Divinity Realm warrior after another.

He had thought that the ancient monks of the Zen Sect and Zuicheng of the Esoteric Sect, after using Forbidden Techniques, had already reached the level of the strongest warriors of this era. But he realized that, in the end, he was still limited in his understanding, like someone confined within a well.

At this moment, the competition between both sides yielded a result.

The two old monks of the Zen Sect, though having seemed unremarkable in the previous battle compared to Xin Wen, had not practiced their Martial Arts in vain over a hundred years. It was only because their end was near and they sustained themselves with Secret Techniques that they hadn’t revealed their formidable strength.

Now, with the full force of the Sacrifice Technique, the two old monks showed their divine might.

Yet, the five warriors of the Esoteric Sect, though determined to fight to the death, ultimately did not exert themselves to the extreme like the two old monks.

In the end, the Zen Sect’s two old monks emerged victorious, with Zhen Ji and Shihui of the Esoteric Sect crushed and vanquished by the Buddha Light. Zuicheng, Zhen Ya, and Daoxiong were gravely injured.

However, the victorious Zen Sect monks faced a worse fate. Seemingly unharmed, they soon sat down cross-legged on the ground and passed away on the spot.

Their bodies turned to dust and scattered in the wind, not even leaving behind any relics.

It stands to reason that monks like them, who practiced Buddhist Law for a lifetime, would leave relics upon passing away. Unfortunately, they used the Sacrifice Technique.

To sacrifice is to let go completely, leaving not a single trace behind.

Xin Wen raised his hand high as if trying to grasp something, but in the end, he caught nothing.

He felt a bitter sadness in his heart, but the outcome was gratifying—his two masters died honorably, significantly weakening the Esoteric Sect’s Primordial Energy and carving out new ground for Zen Sect missionary work.

"Mountain Master Meng, please take action," Xin Wen respectfully addressed Meng Shanhe’s avatar in the sky.

Xin Wen’s intention was clear—the sacrifice had been made, and now it was time for him to make his move.

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The passing of the two old monks was sensed not just by those who observed the battle but also, mysteriously, by others.

At the East Sea’s coast.

Above the vast sky, a monk was seen seated cross-legged upon a drifting white cloud.

This monk seemed old yet young, masculine yet feminine—the visage of all beings was fully manifested within this single form.

"Amidst Buddha, to my two elder brothers, I wish you Rebirth in Pure Land."

The monk seemed to sense something suddenly and murmured in a low voice.

While chanting, the monk began to silently recite the Rebirth Scripture.

All around was empty stillness, save for the high winds that whistled and swirled the clouds.

After the monk finished reciting the Rebirth Scripture once, he brought his palms together and chanted another Buddha’s name, "Amidst Buddha, the matter of Northern Zhou has been settled, victory and loss decided. Venerable, do you still wish to stand against this poor monk?"

Surprisingly, the monk’s words were directed toward the sun above his head.